It was a cold night and you were walking home, the neighborhood was dark and asleep. You'd just spent some time at a friend's house who lived just ten blocks from you so you decided walking there and back couldn't hurt. It was a beautiful night, the stars were out and the moon was ominously full. You could see your breath as you kept walking home. Suddenly you hear footsteps behind you. Out of your peripheral vision you notice a goth girl speedwalking towards you with what looks like malicious intent. Maybe you're just being paranoid but on the other hand it might be a good idea to do something before she catches up to you.

Her dark hair flutters behind her as she speeds up even more and moves to block your path, not that there's much traffic at this time of night anyway. She glares at you with gray eyes that seem colder than the night itself. "Why, hello there," she says in a sinister tone, taking another step closer. You take in her pale skin, black shirt and shorts. Her muscles tense under her clothing, revealing that she's no weakling either.

You know this girl from your past, but for the life of you can't remember her name. The more important fact however is that she holds a massive grudge against you and has been waiting for an opportunity like this to get revenge.

Her nostrils flare slightly and her lips curl into a sneer as she gets even closer, close enough that you can feel the heat of her breath on your cheek. "Oh, I'm sure you remember me," she hisses venomously, "You used to call me... Sarah."

Now it finally clicks in your mind and all the pieces fall into place. This is the girl you mocked mercilessly back when you were much younger, with no regard for her feelings or wellbeing. Now here she stands before you, ready to exact her bitter revenge.

You are indeed lying. She knows it too. The look in her eyes gets colder as she shoves you hard against a nearby car. "Liar!" she spits, her fangs glinting faintly in the moonlight as she leans closer to your ear and whispers darkly, "You'll remember." Then with surprising strength, she lifts you up off the ground by your shirt and slams you back down onto the hood of the car.

Her hand snakes down between your legs and roughly gropes your crotch, effectively killing any protest or resistance you might have had left in you. She digs her fingers into your flesh and begins to stroke your cock through your pants, grinning wickedly as she does so. "Why don't we see just how sorry you are," she hisses before roughly pulling your pants down to your knees.

Her pale skin flushes with anger as you roughly pin her to the ground. "You mocked me and made my life a living hell, even after I tried so hard to be nice!" she growls, struggling against your grip weakly. "And now you're going to pay for every single insult, every sneer! Even if it means ruining you in the process." Her muscles tense under your hands as she prepares for another attack, her lips pull back in a snarl that reveals rows of sharp fangs.

Her pale skin turns even paler as you apologize for your past actions and express regret over not doing so earlier. Her eyes narrow suspiciously as she listens to your words, but it's clear that the apology itself is what matters most right now. Still, she can't help but feel some anger simmer beneath the surface, and the only thing keeping her from exploding in a fit of rage is her desire for revenge being satisfied.

For now, at least.

Sarah takes a deep breath and straightens up, her fists unclenching slightly at your words. A part of her wants to believe that you're sincere in your apology and perhaps they could move past this, but another part of her can't help but feel like she has to exact some sort of punishment first. Her gaze travels down between your legs, already knowing what she needs to do next.

With a wicked grin spreading across her lips, Sarah roughly pushes you back onto the hood of the car once more and straddles your waist. She reaches behind herself and unfastens her black shirt, revealing her naked chest and ample breasts to your view before throwing it aside. Then she grabs your cock again and begins to stroke it roughly, moving in time with the thrusts of her hips as she rides you hard. "First," she

Her breath comes in quick gasps as she feels your cock throbbing beneath her hand. The venom that filled her veins seems to have subsided slightly, replaced by a perverse sort of pleasure from having you at her mercy. She looks down into your eyes with an unreadable expression, her grip on your cock tightening almost painfully. "I can't decide," she pants, "whether I want to hurt you... or pleasure you." With a sneer, she leans forward and sucks one of your nipples into her mouth, teasing it with her tongue before relenting and moving to the other breast.

The thought of being with you in private thrills Sarah to the core. Her grip on your cock tightens again as she moves her hips harder, riding you roughly and feeling the head of your cock brushing against something deep inside her. The thought of surrendering completely to this act, of letting go and giving herself over to pleasure, is intoxicating. She throws back her head with a moan and arches her spine, meeting your gaze as she rides you. "You're mine tonight," she pants, her voice rough from desire and anger, "and I'm going to enjoy every second of it."